I found this poor soul near my doorstep, no doubt bewildered by the sudden frost after days of balmy warmth. Such is life, and alas death, in Houston. As I inspect the last grimace of this noble Monarch, I wonder if there were any regrets. Will anyone mourn for the tsunamis that were not caused in Japan?
I will.
At the risk of seeming like Titus Andronicus or Michael Scott, the tragedy of a life so short cut shorter while seemingly looking to me for shelter does give me pause. Have I failed in some unknown responsibility? Is this a portent? Or call to a greater purpose? Or is this just one of those things that I am supposed to just shrug off unaffected?
As I wonder this, I am reminded to get my kids their flu shot.
